Ronnie has always been the innocent virgin girl. But when the popular crowd steals her from her friends and turns her to look like a slut, they spread rumors. They kick her out and suddenly the school's number one subject is sex. And it isn't just her. It's a lot of people. She has to fight against everybody. But how can you fight against it when the whole school is saying "Let's talk about sex"?

One of the WINNERS of #CosmoFiftyShades! *Please read at your own discretion* This story is intended for readers 18+ due to its sexual content.

A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

If you think you've heard my story before trust me-- you haven't. -Jade Louise Cruz

Anong gagawin mo kapag may na-tag kang maling tao sa status mo sa Facebook? Ang masaklap pa nito, nabasa ng buong school yung status mo. Wait, nasabi ko na bang sikat at school heartthrob yung na-tag mo? At nasabi ko na rin ba na nag-I love you ka sa kanya with matching kiss smiley pa? ⒸMaevelAnne

STATUS: Working as a SEX-cetary at my EX's COMPANY.. (Bagong SIDELINE..)) Rated SPG and R story. WARNING: Hindi ito pwedeng pambata pero pag-gusto mo basahin, BASAHIN MO NA!! ahahaha.*evil smile* Started: 2010 (Under small revision, Edited some parts)

Does the word 'sorry' always hurt?

TEEN CLASH BOOK 2: Just when you thought they finally got their happily-ever-after, a twist in the story will occur. (Completed. Published under Pop Fiction.)